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"Helloooo fateful family and welcome back to Fateful Incidences and Odd Coincidences. I'm your host Joey Millerton. If you are new to the channel, welcome. The Millerton station is all about interesting and fun stories from all around the world that you, the viewers, submit. So again if you're new or need a reminder, follow me on instagram or twitter and look out for Millertons themes of the week. Hey and listen, if you're a new viewer consider subscribing and liking the video.

“Ok friends, so following this week's theme, ‘Escape From Terror’ I decided to take a submission I thought was very unique and one that I particularly like. The submission comes to us from a user named TheNoobsSmokingGun44. What's interesting about this story was there was no real established location, just an odd off the color description of a prison. Now usually I don't like to feature stories on my channel without the right submission protocols, but I made an exception with this one. I just loved the story so much I had to tell you guys. The prison from what I can tell is most definitely overseas. What was intriguing was the fact that there was something very different going on in this prison. Its prisoners were disappearing. One by one. Or in groups, and no one rightly knew why. Some say it was for experiments, some say they had to be taken care of because of overpopulation. I’ll leave it at that and let you pick apart the story and the potential reasoning behind the madness. And as always some subject matters are not for all viewers so once again viewer discretion is advised. Anyway, here's story number four of this week's series. Escaping a Nightmare.”

“The day started like any day. We woke up in our small private dirt floor six by six cell. I stammered about trying to shake the sleep out of my bones. I have done this all my life. I've known nothing else. I was born here, I'm not sure what that means in other places but here If your parents are imprisoned so are you.

Routine, routines were the name of the game. Wake up, recess, and eat, then a few of us would be taken in a truck never to be seen again. There was no rhyme or reason to who got taken, none that I could think of anyway.

Still it didn't matter, continuous mundane activities in any form can break you down, until you become absolutely lifeless. I could see it in my cellmates eyes every time we would go out for the day. Their cold dead gaze would shine a portal into the lifeless soul, nothing was there, it was.. Empty.

While it seemed the lot of us were completely void of emotions I never stopped thinking about that truck. That truck that would take us away never to be seen again. I couldn't connect the dots but the oddity of the repetition and then the sudden juxtapositions into the unknown kept me obsessing day and night. Until one fateful day I didn't have to obsess anymore.

Woke up escorted outside as usual, but instead of letting me go on my lonesome, to eat and stretch my legs, they shackled me up and led me to that bright red, unlabeled, enormous truck.

After a trip that seemed like days bumping and slamming into my fellow prisoners in a dark damp freight container, we came to a sudden stop. The guards zipped open the cargo door letting in a shotgun blast of sunlight. I shielded my eyes from the burning as I was shackled once more and led out into a vacant lot along with my prison mates. My eyes slowly began to adjust to the harsh morning daylight. I noticed not too far off in the distance was a stand alone brick building with small circular windows that seemed to go on for miles. It wasn't big in width, but it was long, so long in fact, I couldn't see the end.

Lined up single file we were led into a small entrance on the front end of the building. One by one we entered, waiting patiently for what? I had no idea.

Finally my turn was drawing near, I was finally close enough to witness what happened to those that left the prison daily. My obsession would be quelled.

Horror couldn’t even begin to describe what I saw, saws and blades. Knife wielding guards with sick and twisted smiles etched on their faces, whistling as they sharpen their tools. I looked around me for some sign of life from fellow prisoners but still the emptiness was all I saw. How? How I thought, was I the only one panicking?

We were marched a little deeper into the building. From where I was standing I could finally see the end product to our time here in prison. My questions were finally answered. At the farthest end of the room is when I saw it. Rows and rows of us laid out in small pieces. Being carefully sorted and ready to be packed. I really didn't know what our body parts could possibly be used for, but in a fight of fearful adrenaline I flailed with vicious determination. I managed to kick a guard behind me and head butt the one to my side. No motion was wasted. I took that brief moment to dash out of there. I was back out in that vacant lot again sprinting as fast as my legs permitted.

I could barely see the guards who were once closely trailing behind me. As I gained more ground I was met with a chain link fence, not some six feet away. I had no intent of slowing down. I'd rather die out here than be subjected to whatever the hell that was.

Closing the distance to the fence I leaned in with my shoulder and barreled through, knocking down the surrounding supports, and ultimately bending the fence low enough for me to gain my hard earned freedom.

I didn't slow down, not for a long time. My heart hammering, my chest burning and my legs ready to tear, I continued on.

I had no idea what world I was about to enter. I had known no others. To my dismay the outside world didn't seem much better. Completely nude and bruised I thought the majority of people I saw would offer help. But no, instead they took pictures. Ran inside and slammed the doors behind them.

I was cold and scared. Traversing and traveling the landscape of the unknown.

It was some time before a group of people took me in. They assured me they were different, and where they were taking me was different. I trusted them not because I wanted to but because I had to. Thankfully I made the right decision. I now spend my days at a beautiful sanctuary, or so they call it. While I'm thankful I got away, I will never forget the horrors I witnessed that day. That day I escaped from Hell.”

“Well there you have it folks, that was, ‘Escaping a Nightmare.’ I really hoped you enjoyed. That was definitely one of my favorite stories. I really liked the fact that they used the point of view of a bull, super unique and very different. Fateful incidences and odd Coincidences, your favorite Animal channel on the Tube. I hope you enjoyed Millerton fam. And as always, comment and subscribe.”